"Barry please," begged Peggy, who was now tugging on her ten-year-old brothers' arm. "Tell me the story! I'll do anything!" She looked up at him with the puppy-dog-eyes, in which her blue eyes went big as saucers and her lip started to quiver.

"Even skip the morning song?" challenged Barry, smiling and folding his arms across his chest, her face no way affecting him.

Peggy's eyes stretched wider. "Oh no no no! Mommy says skipping the morning song isn't good for a troll," she reminded him matter-of-factly.

"Dad and Blossom skip the morning song all the time and nothing is wrong with them." Well, just because his father and older sister skipped the morning song didn't mean that they didn't like singing and dancing all together, they just preferred not to do it in front of others. They were insecure that way. Yet his father once sang in front of everyone at one point all by himself before he and their mother sang along with him, their voices blending very well together. It happened to be part of the story Peggy wanted him to tell and her favorite part. She was was a hopeless romantic, and every time he told the story- for he was told he always told it best- Peggy always reminded him of the romantic parts, which he really just wanted to leave out because he wasn't a big fan of the romance, especially his parents being romantic. Yuck! Even though he had a lot of fans of his storytelling who happened to be girls made him smile at the attention he was getting from them. Some of them he knew he didn't stand a chance with but others he could see himself with. He'd became pretty popular in the troll tree for his gift of telling such great stories- other than the fact that he was a young Prince, and the son of the King and Queen. Barry was a spitting image of his daddy except his shade of blue was slightly darker and he had his dark blue hair. He was bulky like him, too, but definitely had his mother's energy and storytelling skills.

"Well...they're...no fun I guess," she shrugged, then heard a voice asks, "Who's no fun?" It was none other than her father Branch, the King of the trolls and husband of the Queen Poppy, their mother. He was smiling at her with his hands on his hips. Before Peggy could answer Branch scooped her up and spun her around, making airplane noises, causing the little pink troll to giggle. "Now if your old man is boring," said Branch with a smirk, "would he do this!?" he threw her up a few feet in the air and when she came back down he tickled her belly. Her giggles turned into hysterical laughing and protests and apologies that she was sorry. "I don't hear ya Peggy, say it a little louder. Your boring father has bad hearing," he teased, putting his hand on his ear and using his other hand to hold her up which was no hard task because Peggy was only five as was still light enough to climb into Branch's hair if so desired. She'd often do that when she was tired or shy. Or she'd simply climb on her father's shoulders or hide behind her mother's back because she was always a bit shy when she first got to know someone. Then you couldn't get her to be quiet. As for her appearance, she looked exactly like her mommy except she had daddy's eyes and blue tips.

Unlike Barry, who would willingly walk up to a bergen just to see how his day was going, Peggy was a little more cautious like her father while Barry took lots of risks.

Now that the Bergens where their friends and they lived among each other peacefully, Blossom, Barry and Peggy were raised knowing the Bergens were their friends. Poppy told them that more than Branch. It was always a touchy subject for him and was only friends with a few of them, including King Gristle and Queen Bridget along with their twins, Bruno and Gloria. Gristle and Bridget were like the children's Aunt and Uncle, so their children were considered their cousins. Of course Branch would always come with his children if they took a stroll into Bergen Town to visit Bruno and Gloria, because his worst fear was them getting stepped on because the Bergens were large in size compared to the tiny trolls.

Now Peggy had apologized, still laughing as Branch smiled. "I forgive you." He rubbed noses with his youngest daughter and brought her back down and went over to Barry. "Hey bud," he said, ruffling his hair. "Is Blossom up yet?"

"No," he answered. "Haven't seen her."

Branch shook his head. "A princess should always be up before sunrise." He knew that he shouldn't have said that, considering his Queen was still in bed snoring, exhausted from making invitations for everyone. Blossom's fifteenth birthday was coming up soon, and their was going to be a huge party. Branch still couldn't believe it. Seemed like yesterday he held the little blue troll in his arms and now she was becoming a beautiful young troll. Five years and she'd be twenty.

He kissed Barry's forehead and made his way out of the kitchen, promising he'd make them some breakfast after he woke Blossom. Now Blossom was a little complicated then Barry and Peggy. She was a stick in the mud sometimes and a bit stubborn- which is something she got from both Poppy and Branch. She was a light tone of blue and her hair was completely pink like her mother's. She had Daddy's eyes, along with a lot of other things of his. She and Branch connected more than they realized. Whether they wanted to admit it or not, the reason they butted heads so much was because they were so alike. Branch had said it was because she just didn't listen to him and often just blamed it on her being being a moody teenager; while Blossom just thought he didn't understand her. The blue princess had no interest in being Queen someday. All she wanted to do was explore outside of the troll tree, even outside of Bergen Town. Although all the kids were adventurous as a whole, Blossom was so adventurous that sometimes they'd wake up and be gone. Branch would of course rush out to go and find her but by the time he was ready to leave to troll tree to go look for her, Queen Bridget of Bergen Town would usually carry her back home safely as she protested.

It had gone on like that for years. Ever since Blossom could walk she wanted to go on an adventure. The thing of it was Blossom even wanted to explore out of Bergen Town. There was no way Branch was gonna let her do that, especially when she was planning to do it alone. Blossom was rebellious, driven, and independent, and Branch loved her for that, but he just didn't want her to get hurt. If anyone in his family got hurt he was holding himself personally responsible, regardless.

"Princess," Branch said, gently as he opened the door. "It's time to wake up now."

He heard a groan from the teenage troll, who was now hiding her head under her pillow. "A princess should always be awake before sunrise," he said.

Blossom lifted her head but didn't open her eyes. "Before sunrise?! But why?"

Branch began to make his way into her room- that looked like a tornado had struck it- he noted. "We must get ready for the morning song," he explained, still remaining calm. "Now comb your hair, brush your teeth, and put on something nice! Breakfast will be ready in fifteen."

"But-"

"A princess doesn't argue," Branch reminded her sternly, going back into the kitchen and starting breakfast, which was bacon and eggs.

"When's mom gonna be up dad?" asked Barry, who was sitting at the table awaiting for his food. Barry loved both of his parents equally, but he was always a mama's boy. Peggy was daddy's little girl, and Blossom was at that age when she was just annoyed with both of them.

"Well, you can go in and wake her right now. Tell her that her husband is a saint and will have breakfast prepared in moments."

"Okay!" Barry said, standing up and making his way into his parent's bedroom with Peggy trotting close behind him. They came to a stop when they saw their mother peacefully sleeping, hugging the pillow and smiling, mumbling words.

"She must be having a dream," Barry guessed, tilting his head slightly as she murmured, "Oh, I know I'm the princess and you're a grey grumpy troll, but I can't help how I feel…" Just as she began to kiss the pillow, she woke up to Barry and Peggy's giggles. She quickly wiped the drool off the pillow as well as her own face, her cheeks turning a darker shade of pink. She tried to cover it up. "Good morning kids."

"Morning Mommy," they said at the same time, hugging her (now that hug time was all the time, which it had been for a long time now).

"Where you dreaming about Daddy?" Peggy giggled as they pulled away from the hug.

She was now flushed. "Um...yes," she said slowly. "Yes I was."

"Even after all these years now of being married? How are you not sick of each other yet? Aren't you guys like sixty?" Barry asked, eyes wide and eager for answers.

"Heavens no!" Poppy exclaimed. She may have aged a bit but she wasn't that old. "What do you take me for- your grandmother? I'm forty-five!" She stopped herself when she realized that being sixty wasn't far off. Just another fifteen years. It didn't feel like it, though. Where did the time go? Was she getting grey hair? She ran to the bathroom and looked mirror in panic. Her hair was a hot mess. She looked through it. No grey hairs yet, she sighed in relief, then decided she'd just get ready for the day.

"Oh, Daddy said to tell you he's a saint and breakfast will be ready soon!" called Peggy before they left the room. Poppy looked in the mirror, still feeling a bit unconfident. She took a closer look in the mirror for wrinkles- thank goodness she didn't have them. She didn't want to be old! Wasn't it just last week when she was twenty?

Poppy looked at the picture that was hung up in their mirror of her and Branch. She knew the exact moment that was taken. It was Branch's first birthday since he got his color back; he had turned twenty-two. In the photo, she was kissing his cheek with her eyes closed. Her father had taken that picture when they hadn't realized it. He was smiling widely and his face was slightly red. God, she loved that smile. She really did. Putting her hand on the picture, she jumped slightly to see that her husband was right behind her.

"Looking in the mirror for wrinkles again I see," an amused Branch said, rubbing up and down her shoulders. "What? Pff, noooo." She fidgeted with her fingers.

"Poppy, we're not old. I mean sure we've aged but we are still young, even after three kids."

"But we're forty-five!"

"I'm forty-seven, what's your point?" he nudged her affectionately. Poppy giggled as she embraced him, letting herself close her eyes and breath in his familiar scent. Then she opened her eyes. "Wait, who's cooking breakfast if you're not in the kitchen?"

"Don't worry," Branch assured. "Blossom is up and she offered to finish breakfast."

"Oh, okay," said Poppy, going back to nuzzling him.

"Now can you tell the story Barry?" Peggy panted. They had just finished the morning song, and Peggy's position was right on her brother's head.

"In a second," Barry said, panting as well.

"Great job today guys!" Poppy said. They all sprawled out of their positions.

"Did you see me? Did you see what I did mommy?" Peggy asked excitedly, jumping off Barry and running up to her.

"Yes I did sweetie!" Poppy said, hugging her and kissing her forehead. Peggy had just learned how to stretch her hair out far enough to swing from branch to branch. This was a big accomplishment for any young troll. Some of her friends were jealous she could do it already, but she had been practicing for weeks and now she had finally mastered it.

Branch was always a little wary about his children doing that because if they missed one branch they could get seriously hurt, especially if it was a higher level of the troll tree. This was why Peggy was required to only swing from the branch's that were closest to the ground. Branch didn't take part in the morning song today, he only did it once in awhile or when he was in a good mood. Not that he wasn't in a good mood today, today it was neutral. He couldn't help but worry when he saw his youngest going against his orders and swinging on the higher branches.

"Isn't that great honey?" Poppy asked through her teeth, titling her head towards Branch as she stroked her daughter's hair.

Branch nodded awkwardly. He knew Poppy just wanted their kids to let loose and have fun, but he knew that they needed structure. That was always the main arguments that got between them. "Branch, just let them be kids," she would always say. It's not that he didn't want them to have fun, he just didn't want any of them getting hurt. This is what caused a lot of his problems with Blossom so well. "Everyone!" Peggy called, "Prince Barry, my brother, is going to tell a story!"

This caused trolls from every direction to crowded around Barry. He was not at all nervous, for he was used to this attention. Peggy bundled up with her friends. "Barry, start the story all ready!" a young male troll, Filbert said impatiently. "You tell it the best, Prince Barry!" flirted one of Peggy's friends Kai.

"Now now, let him take his time," said a gentle voice. Barry's heart started to pound when he saw one his good friends, Meadow, approach. Meadow was a beautiful honey-colored troll with gleaming hazel eyes and fire-red hair. She also happened to be the daughter of DJ Suki. Meadow and Barry had known each other practically since birth and were friends since then. In Barry's opinion there was no troll that shined so bright as Meadow did.

"T-Thanks Meadow," he said, mentally slapping himself for stuttering. "So you guys wanna hear the story?"

Trolls of all ages nodded excitedly.

"Okay." Barry got into his dramatic mode. "Once upon a time...there was a big, fat, ugly, purple bergen!" With each world he got closer to the youngsters. They gasped, even though they heard the story before, followed by giggles.

"This is gonna be good I can tell!" exclaimed Peggy, knowing exactly what was going to happen but every time Barry told this story he used different word choices, and it just got better. She, as well so everyone else, couldn't wait to see what he had in store for them today.

"This bergen was not happy, because she had just gotten banned from Bergen Town forever! So she seeked revenge, and that meant getting the trolls! But King Peppy thought fast. After a long time they found sanctuary, and-rebuilt-their-civilization-the-end," Barry said quickly.

"Wait, wait?" Branch laughed.

"That can't be the end!" Filbert exclaimed.

When a few of the kids started to cry Barry knew he really done it. But good thing it was a joke.

"Stop your cryin', it was a joke!"

"Knucklehead!" Meadow said affectionately, ruffling his hair. He giggled, then grew serious.

"Okay, where were we?"

"When everyone was rebuilding!" Peggy recalled.

"Oh, okay."

Peggy seemed to come out of nowhere. Barry jumped when she whispered in his ear. "Don't forget the part when Daddy saved mommy from the spiders!"

"Alright."

"Oh, and don't forget when Mommy and Daddy got their colors back."

"Got it…"

"AND, don't forget when Daddy told Mommy she had a great-"

"Okay I got it!" he laughed.

"-Smile," she just had to finish.

"Anyway, it was an ordinary day in the troll village. Princess Poppy and her friends had just finished the morning song. After the song appeared a grey, angry, tempered, mean-"

"Okay Barry that's enough," said Branch in monotone, clearly unamused. Part of him didn't partially like this story because it reminded him how awful he was back then when he was grey. But he couldn't help but admire his son's gift for storytelling.

"I'm just saying how it was Dad."

"Barry," Branch said warning.

"Sorry dad," he sighed, then went on. "It was none other then Branch! He tried to warn Princess Poppy of this Bergen, but she wouldn't listen. She threw a huge party in celebration from freedom from the bergens. She made grumpy Branch an invitation, but he didn't attend. Meanwhile the music was turned down, and just as Poppy began to make her speech, but they heard something getting closer, and closer…" his voice drew down to a whisper. "And closer...until out of the shadows appeared a bergen!

This bergen snatched up Poppy's closests friends. Determined to get them back, Poppy knew that she would have to make a long journey to Bergen Town. Knowing she couldn't go alone, she went to the troll who knew the most about them: Branch! When he rejected her, she brought her friends in his bunker and was on her way. With her friends safe and a skip in her step, Poppy began to make her way into the forest, following the footprints that the treacherous bergen had left behind! She could almost see the bergen watching"- his eyes got big as he looked around swiftly -"planning"- he fidgeted his fingers, then strained his ears and whispered, "Listeninggg!" Then Barry rubbed his hands together and laughed evilly.

Poppy nudged Branch's shoulders. "Remind you of anyone?"

He smirked. "No idea."

A few youngsters cowered against their mothers.

"Den wat happened Prwince Barry?" asked three-year-old Winnie, who was hiding in her mother's purple hair and slowly spreading it out so she could see while her mother looked up at her in amusement at her toddler.

Barry smiled, too. "Well needless to say Poppy went through a lot that day. Battling snakes, monsters, and hungry spiders! Just as the brutal monster were about to eat her up, Branch whipped away the spiders with his hair! He was her hero. They hit the road again in high hopes of finding their friends. Well, Poppy had high hopes but Branch was still a bit of a stick in the mud. When they made it to Bergen Town, to Branch's surprise, they made it into the castle."

Peggy couldn't take it anymore. She jumped off out of Branch's arms where she had been for most of the story, using his face as a catapult as well as bonking him in the nose, sending him to defend down and into the ground. "Ow…"

"One of the few things she gets from her father," giggled Poppy, "is she doesn't know her own strength." She helped him up and kissed his nose. He pulled her closer to him with his hair and wrapped his arms around her. They watched their youngest as she began to finish the story for her brother, who had his eyebrows furrowed that she interrupted her.

"And then Mommy and Daddy ran into Auntie Bridget and helped her get a date with the king, who she was in love with and they transformed her into Glitter Sparkles, which was enough to fool the King and helped her as well as the trolls then Daddy said Mommy had a great smile then they just stayed into each other's eyes for a moment see like this." Peggy stared at her brother contently, blue eyes fixed on his. It was starting to creep him out, really.

The young princess wasted no time in telling the story through her young eyes. She was unaware that her side of the story was one huge run-on sentence. But Barry stood aside, deciding to let Peggy have to spotlight for awhile even though no one could barely understand her. But after all she was only five, so everyone just smiled at her and "aww"ed. Barry remembered when he was like that, but the way he told stories was better and more descriptive now. Not to toot his own horn, but imagine him in the next twenty years, how amazing he'd be then! Telling stories to his kids.

Although he let Peggy have the spotlight for the rest of the story, didn't mean he didn't want the attention completely on him. He liked the attention. Being the middle child wasn't easy. It seemed like he was too young to do what Blossom was doing and too old to do what Peggy was doing, so he was stuck in the middle. It was even harder being the middle child of the Queen and King. It was even harder with two sisters who didn't have to same interests as him and all they wanted to talk about was what the newest trend there was. The best thing about his sister's was that they were adventurous too. So when he wanted to go on a late night adventure they usually agreed. This was before Blossom would beat him too it and leave before she even told them where she was going. She'd been on many adventures alone, wondering the troll tree so that she memorized every stone and every leaf. It was at the point where she was running out of places other than outside the tree- even outside of Bergen Town- to explore.

"And then Mommy and Daddy got married and had my older sissy!"

Everyone clapped, "Great story you guys," Poppy smiled, with Branch following closely behind and hugging them tightly.

Branch was the first to pull away from the hug. "Hey, speaking of Blossom, where the heck is she?"

"Oh she went on the top of the troll tree, she didn't tell you?" asked Poppy.

"The top of the troll tree?!" Branch asked/yelled, seeming to get everyone's attention because it was now slightly quieter than it was before. That's where all the bad kids hung out! he thought, his heart racing.

"King Branch...is everything okay?" asked twelve-year-old Tulip.

"Everything's perfect," Branch said sarcastically, causing Tulip to back up slightly.

"Don't worry, it's just where the teens hang out," Poppy tried to assure her husband, but he remained panicking.

"What if she falls?" he paced around. "If she falls…" he couldn't even imagine how terrible he'd feel. Why would Poppy let her go all the way up there? That area was always surrounded by teens, and Blossom was only fourteen, and their was mostly older teens there, older male trolls!

"Where are you going?" Peggy asked, crestfallen as she tugged on her father's shirt.

"I'm going to get your sister, you stay here." His voice was calm (well, calm as it could be given the situation) yet firm. Peggy nodded, yet she wanted to go with him.

Poppy sighed at Branch's over protectiveness. "Daddy will be back soon," she told her daughter who was sadly watching him make his way into the tunnel that lead to the top of the troll tree with her head slightly tilted. She put her arm around her daughter in comfort. Barry joined, resting his head on his mother's shoulders.

Oh Branch, thought Poppy as she kissed Barry's forehead and rubbed Peggy's back, you protective fool. Nonetheless, I love you Papa Bear.

Hehehe I actually really like this! Thanks as always for reading, and if you haven't checked out my other Trolls story I would do that ;D

Sorry that Blossom isn't in this chapter all that much, I wanted to focus mainly on Barry's story telling and Peggy being a hopeless romantic if that's cool with you guys XD But at least her character is described a lot. What do you think Branch's reaction will be when he finds his daughter at the very top of the troll tree? We'll just have to see :)

Thank you for reading as always! You guys are amazeballs! :D